It was actually a beautiful suite with two queen beds and a large spacious bathroom. We ordered a bottle of wine from room service and had some fun ju...t kicking back on the beds telling stories and gossiping about everybody that wasn't there. One bad thing about sharing a room is that you don't have the privacy you would otherwise. Jan was feeling the effects of her Mexican dinner, and went on a farting frenzy that was funny at first, but filled the room with the smell of burritos. After. I could see eyes following us out, I heard the catty comments. I must be a high class hooker taking a john up to his room. That thought somehow excites me. I’m a prostitute, a whore, a slut selling my body to a Black john to use me any way he wants. I find being a Black Man’s tramp heart stopping, titillating. I’m his slave for the night. In the elevator we wrap our bodies around each other and kiss, passionately, our hands roaming all over each other, damn the security camera His floor, we. It was no wonder that he committed suicide by his action.John decided he would try to gain some data from this corpse, so called for a couple of the stronger males to give him a hand. They soon had the dead man lifted out and laid on the grass. John got the lads to hand him the gun as well, and he laid it to one side, knowing it was empty.The man’s clothes were of little help. They had allowed him to wear his clothes, but with nothing in the exterior pockets; not even a bill-fold with notes. Though there were some memories that seemed less helpful than others, but that was something for me to figure out later.With Emma, I understood why she had laid her trap for me. I also understood that she wasn’t a selfish or hurtful person at heart, which was probably why the punishments I chose for her were nothing like what the Council would have done.I looked at Dana. Her memories had helped me to understand why she sought me out. For that matter, she even helped explain that. I nodded and.